Chapter 135: I Don't Want Face, Don't You Either?

About ten minutes later, two gigantic bowls of knife-shaved noodles were served.

Steaming hot and releasing vapor, they were a feast for the eyes and tempted the appetite.

Wen Meimei picked up a pair of chopsticks and said with a beaming smile, "Hubby darling, I'm going to start eating."

Qiao Chengxun glanced at the communal chopsticks in the chopstick holder. This was his first time eating in such a place, and with his germaphobia, he struggled to accept these shared utensils.

Wen Meimei noticed his hesitance, snatched the chopsticks from his hand, dipped the tips into her own bowl a few times as a way of cleaning them, then handed them back to him.

"There, they're disinfected now."

Qiao Chengxun's cold eyes narrowed slightly, damn woman, who asked her to meddle.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Wen Meimei furrowed her brows, placed the chopsticks on his bowl, and said, "Eat or don't, I'm not going to wait on you."